Page 38 of Bonded By Savages

“Please, please be gentle,” I beg, as he presses forward with a growl. I’m propped up against Tarak, and I’m so shy I want to shut my eyes, but I can’t help but stare at that thick marble rod, too thick to possibly fit. My eyes go wide open and I cannot believe what I am seeing, my slit spreading open to take him, and Tarak slides his hands up my body, grabbing my breasts and squeezing as Damian enters me. He rolls my too-sensitive nipples between his fingers, and lust overwhelms me.

“Oh…oh Damian,” I gasp, as he presses in deeper, hitting something.

He’s so rock hard he splits me open, ripping something inside me, and I moan at the sudden pain as he takes my innocence as his prize.

He growls, angry at my pain, his arms flexing. His biceps bulge as he resists the animalistic urge to rut me with every inch of his manhood. I know the desires of Aurelians. He wants more than anything to thrust the entire length of his dick into me, but he’s keeping control…

Barely.

I can’t help it. My legs spread even wider, urging him deeper, even with the pain. I’m overwhelmed by the primal urge to give myself to the alpha, and it’s all me. I can’t even imagine what’s going to happen to me when the Bond is urging me onto deeper, more powerful urges.

I let him have me. He stares down at my soaking wet slit, watching as he presses himself deeper and deeper into me.

I feel like I’m being split in half. Tears wet my eyes as I’m stretched painfully open, but under the pain is this throbbing, insistent pleasure, so dark it’s like I’m a thousand feet underwater. Each beat of his cock makes his too-hard cock swell bigger inside of me.

The curve of his cock makes him grind against something inside of me. “Oh,” I whisper, and it’s not just his cock sliding deeper and deeper into me that I feel. There’s this dark, blue-black pleasure growing in the bottom of my being, and even the pain of being taken gets a strange edge of addictive pleasure. It’s like scratching an itch, your body not knowing if it feels good or bad, but being unable to stop. It drives me wild, and I press my body against him, urging him deeper and deeper inside of me, urging him to make me his. My own need for him to go wild, to give in to his animal nature andclaimme is enhanced, building and building, this need to submit totally to the wild beast of a man.

I feel his mind.

His aura, his being, just as I felt him when I saw the vision in the Toad Lord’s manor a lifetime ago.

He’s changed.

He was a proud, noble leader, a man willing to sacrifice himself for good.

Now he has an iron rage to him, iron still in the fire, red hot and malleable. He’s a powerful, brutal weapon, violence incarnate, a sword…and a shield.

I know, in this moment, he would not just kill for me.

He would die for me. In a heartbeat. I was always drawn to the protective power of the warrior species.

Now I’m feeling it firsthand, growing in my mind, so much more powerful than I could ever have imagined.

Damian owns me.

He needs to protect me. His lust is so overwhelming it makes me scream as it overpowers me.

I stare up at him as he slides deeper and deeper inside of me, touching places I didn’t think existed, and I look into his icy grey eyes.

They darken. The light grey of the Aurelian species intensifies, color merging up from deep within him, forming purple orbs near black, yet beautiful, that glow like amethysts in a cave lit by a single candle.

I am that candle, I know it now, I am the fire that keeps him from pure darkness. I run my hands over his body, the ridges of his abs, as he slides completely inside of me, until his huge balls are resting against my ass. I’m spread open completely for him, opening myself to the alpha.

I can feel full those huge balls of his, bigger than grapefruits, as they press against my body, and for the first time, I feel the Bondthrum.

It’s a chord rushing through my body, a chord of need. Tarak pinches my nipples hard enough there’s a flash of delicious, dark pain, and I whimper, half in lust, half in shame, as I press my hips up, grinding myself against Damian.

“Do not be ashamed, my Mate,” growls Tarak in my ear, his voice deep and low. “You belong to us now. Give in. Completely.” His voice is hypnotic, and I let myself fall into their power.

Damian is shuddering. His huge, muscled body is trembling as he lets me adjust to his throbbing cock deep inside me. I can feel in his aura he’s fighting back. The Mating Rage is overpowering him, but he’s being as gentle as he can be.

He promised me.

But if I can feel his aura…

Then he can feel mine.

And he already knows what I need.

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